Jin Chengzhi had just been given anesthesia and received dozens of stitches on his forehead, and was currently in a coma.
Mu Xiangning asked the doctor, who told her that aside from the forehead, other parts of the body were not injured, and it was considered lucky.
The injury on the forehead wasn't particularly serious either, and hearing this result, Mu Xiangning cried tears of joy.
She stayed by his bedside, tightly holding his hand, muttering to herself, "Although you don't like me, I can't control my feelings for you. From the first day I entered University A, seeing you reading under the willow tree by the Lotus Pond, it only took one glance for me to fall for you."
"I know you're noble, cold, not good at socializing, and don't like the hustle and bustle, always alone, going your own way, but for some reason, I just like the cool, reserved you."
